The Roommate 🤍 2.9.3

In which the Enchantress sheds some light on things

I dream, and in my dream I am king again. The queen is away and the royal cock-holder is nowhere to be found. I wander through my palace with an enormous erection, looking from room to room and finding no one. I am wearing an open robe with nothing underneath, clearly of a mind for congress with the royal consort but unable to find her. I can imagine how good it will feel to grasp her large bosoms and thrust inside her, and in my dream she is Kate. I make my way through halls and corridors until at last my path leads down to the dungeons.

In my dream I feel apprehension about this realm. I know that of all those in my service, the Enchantress is the least loyal to my desires and the most likely to operate her own agenda. I can hear tinkling sounds and smell nostrums that offend and I know what they mean— she is at work. I enter her chambers, closing my robe ineffectually over my protruding cock, and there she is by the fire. She has her back to me as she works, mixing powders into liquids that bubble by the light of small lamp-like flames she has created beneath them by methods of her own devising. She is cunning, the Enchantress, and she works many artifices to bring to pass my wishes for the needs of the kingdom— or my own amusement, when it suits her.

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“Good evening, my Lord,” she says without looking over her shoulder.

She always greets me thus without looking at me and it sets me ill at ease.

“Good evening, Enchantress,” I say, attempting to maintain my royal poise.

“What doth my Lord require of me?” she asks, without turning or bowing as is the custom.

“I wonder if,” I clear my throat. “Dost thou know whither the inhabitants of the palace have gone?”

“I know not my Lord, for I labor long down in my chambers. Betimes I know not whether the sun doth open his eyes or slumber.”

“Perchance I dream,” I say, “for long have I walked and seen neither servant nor footman.”

“Mayhap,” says the Enchantress. “What doth my Lord require of me?”

I do not know what to say. If I dream, I must wake to find satisfaction. If the palace is empty and all of my subjects are vanished, what can she do?

“There is much I can do for you, my Lord. I know of your true needs.”

“What?” I ask, surprised.

“I know how to satisfy needs you did not know you had. I know of pleasures you do not know exist, for you have not heard of them.”

“I know all the pleasures of my lands,” I say. “There is no satisfaction I seek that I cannot obtain.”

“Mayhap I have been to other lands,” says the Enchantress. “Mayhap I know of things you do not know for none now live to tell them.”

With this, she turns to me and I am stunned by her beauty. She bears a striking resemblance to Mara Merlot, some part of my brain distantly notes as she walks towards me. She is wearing armor that is similar to Wonder Woman’s, though hers has a black, gunmetal and green color scheme right up to the green jewel in her tiara. She throws back her hood and her raven-black hair streams out behind her as though in a wind. She points to my cock, which is sticking out hopelessly through my robe, and the robe flies open and off my shoulders.

“I will serve you, sire,” she says to me, and flicks her wrist upward. I begin to float, and I feel fear as my arms and legs stretch out in opposite directions and I drift backward to the wall. A contraption catches me and my arms and legs are strapped in place with leather bands and brass buckles. I inhale to protest, to threaten and command, but my breath is stopped by a look. In her eyes I see a green flash that fades quickly and I wonder if she is human at all.

As my terror begins to reach a crescendo and I pray for the dream to break, she reaches me and leans forward to plant a kiss on my lips. It is sweet beyond all measure, and imparts warmth to my whole body, starting in my mouth and flowing through all of my blood vessels and nerves like a refreshing draught. The light in the room turns gold, the walls shimmer away, and we are in a beautiful garden, the loveliest I have ever seen. Large-leafed plants produce flowers of every description in vivid colors, and paths wind through glens of fruit trees tended by maidens who wear sheer, misty garments that seem to float around them and cover not their nakedness at all.

“Is this Eden?” I ask, turning to the Enchantress.

“No,” she says, sadly. “This was Themyscira, home of the Amazons. It is lost now.”

I look at her and she is now clad only in armor of red, gold and blue that the king in me does not recognize any more than he recognized the version he saw in her dungeon. She is impossibly beautiful, vibrant and vivacious in the light of a sun that shines as I have never seen, imparting a luster and sheen to everything its light touches. I am still strapped to the contraption, but this seems completely irrelevant now.

“Enchantress,” I say. “What must I do to come here and live out my days in pleasure among these beautiful sights?”

“My name is Diana, here,” she says. “There were no men allowed on Themyscira before the fall. But we are not really here,” she says, looking at me. I feel a brief thrill of fear, and then an arousal so powerful that I buck my hips forward.

“Ah, yes,” she says. “Your needs. I will satisfy yours to accomplish my goals.”

Enough of my faculties remain that I am concerned at this statement, but then she lifts this contraption that holds me bound to a higher setting by some hidden mechanism and steps close to me. Then Diana does something that I have never before imagined: she leans forward and puts her mouth onto my cock.

The feeling is nearly indescribable and sets off a display of fireworks inside of my head. I am unable to breathe as her lips close around my cock, which I thought only moments ago was deprived of no pleasure that mortals could create. I look down in shock, all of my muscles tight, as she begins to actually suck on my dick. I feel a wave of energy and pleasure roll through my loins and rush down my cock and she looks up at me with her large brown eyes. There is a flash of green and she bares her teeth for a second, startling me badly, but it’s too late. I have unleashed a torrent of my seed and it fills her mouth to overflowing in a heartbeat.

She looks like Diana again, beautiful and serene, smiling slightly up at me with her eyes. She does not move or react as I cum, merely letting the overflowing liquid run out of her mouth and down her chin, onto her neck and collarbone and into the space behind her armor. My back is arching, trying to thrust my cock deeper into her mouth as I spend my effort in vain straining against the straps. My eyes roll back at the intense pleasure and close, and as my orgasm wanes, the light of the world hidden by my eyelids fades. I feel Diana’s mouth disappear from my cock and I sag in the grip of the contraption.

I feel very tired of a sudden, but with the last of my strength I open my eyes and see that I am back in the dungeon with the Enchantress, who is standing with her back to me. I hear her spit once, twice, three times, and as she turns back to face me, I see her capping a vial which she slips into a hidden pocket in her cloak.

“Now, sire,” she says. “You will wake up in your bed and remember only that you had a wonderful dream where you invented a completely new act of pleasure for your consorts to practice upon you.”

“Consorts?” I say weakly. “A king can have more than one?”

“Ah,” she says. “My mistake. You will awaken with two ideas of your own invention that will greatly enhance your pleasure...on their own, of their own merits, and perhaps together. Hmm?”

So saying, she snaps her fingers and I awaken in my own bed, the sheets around my crotch completely soaked in cum. I groan and shake my head.

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